Only racers with guts of iron and balls of steel participate in this once-a-year race. Racing on a highway that exists only for two hours offers an adrenaline rush unlike any other. As the time passes, the highway begins getting covered by strong dust storms. That means death for those poor bastards who are too slow to outride the sand.
Now, it’s down to the last three of us. With the sand storm almost touching us, we cannot afford to slow down. Last five minutes left.
They started off with placing me in a well furnished room. Then they observed me from behind the glass wall. Then they showed me some ink blots and asked me what I saw. I told them. Then I said I wanted to go home. They did not listen.
They gave me some injections and put me on needles. After a week, I begged them to let me go They did not listen.
They put electric nodes on my head, each of them monitoring me. They administered electric shocks. With all my remaining strength, I screamed out that I wanted to leave. This time, they could not listen.
In truth, I had come home almost after a year. After mom had passed away, I did not much feel like staying in the same place. So when I got offered a project in another city, I accepted it instantaneously. I did feel guilty leaving dad alone with my baby brother, but he understood that I needed to be away.
After I returned, dad was delighted to see me. I settled into my old room, which was right next to my baby brother’s room. The family was all together again, and it was all laughs and merriment. My brother had grown bigger in a year. He was a tall five year old. I tucked him in at night and go back to my room. As I lay down on my bed, I heard a distant hum. I got up in a jiffy and rushed to my brother’s room. I stopped midway in my run, when I saw a spectre emerge from his room.
The pale figure of mom smiled at me before vanishing swiftly into thin air….
One day, a fair village maiden came across the flute on her way back from the forest. Little did she know, that this elegantly carved flute had been crafted by the wood elves and had been enchanted with their magic. The very next day, trying her hand at playing the flute, she realised she was capable of creating sweet melodies. These tunes attracted all the forest fauna in her vicinity. They would trot towards her, and surround her, becoming the perfect audience of her flute orchestra. Their heads swayed, ears tingled and their feet would tap in rhythm with the tunes she would play. This would become a daily affair. The problem arose many years later, after the forest had burnt down and the fauna had perished.
The tunes of the flute continued attracting the deceased animals. From beyond their graves…